Obama, “The Great Black Hope?”
As I listen to President Barack Obama speak standing in the shadow of the 30 ft monument to MLK (made in China) , I imagined old 30 foot Martin reaching down and bitch-slapping him! How dare this two faced Orchestrater of mass murder who hides behind a Nobel Peace Prize pretend to speak for a man of peace!
Of course 30ft MLK being a monument to peace would more than likely not give in to such a violent impulse, but one can dream.
Most in this country who are not of color will probably never understand why Obama is “the great Black hope” for many African-Americans. Most of America’s history (80%) was a living hell for Black people: 200 years of slavery; 100 years of Terrorism by lynching and “Jim Crow”. To quote Paul Laurence Dunbar poem, “Life”; “A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, and never a laugh but the moans come double”.
A CRUST of bread and a corner to sleep in,
A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,
A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,
And never a laugh but the moans come double;
And that is life!
A crust and a corner that love makes precious,
With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us;
And joy seems sweeter when cares come after,
And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter;
And that is life!
Paul Laurence Dunbar
It truly is a “Black thing” and odds are unless you have lived through this generational misery you would not understand. Imagine if you can the generational physiological effects on a people post human slavery (I truly don’t think you can)!
Every Black man was a “whipping boy”; any Black woman was a White man’s play thing; Black children, a White pedophiles dream come true. Little Black girls grew up being told that “blondes have more fun”; their very physical characteristics (lips, hair, hue) were undesirable.
Even now we live in a country where the confederate flag is still proudly displayed. After all the pain, terrorism and death they don’t even have the human decency to spare their fellow human beings this one last humiliation. At the end of this long road of misery there seemed to be a light at of the end of the tunnel. Many whites did not understand Michelle Obama’s statement ; “for once I am proud of my country”. Some assumed that everyone should always be proud of this country: American exceptionalism . So, after such a long dark sojourn to have a Black man elected president of a country that greeted your ancestors as human property was unimaginable.
Obama is but a man, not the embodiment of a generational struggle, the sooner we learn this the better.